The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

"What do you do next?"

"I mean, after I die."

"Yes, Banbula, Sesuo and those other useless things can help you control Meneng."

"But how do you control my army?"

"Yang Rong and Burea were raised by me. As long as the news of my death spreads, they will immediately lead the army to fight back."

"How do you deal with these two people?"

Old Qiao looked at me.

"Why don't I do you a favor? I'll give you a call to ask them to come back. In this way, they will drive back with at most a few people. There will not be more than ten people around. After calling them back... "

"I have a suggestion for you."

"Yang Rong stays, you just need to kill Burea."

"Burea is an emotional child, he will definitely take revenge on me."

"He can't accomplish anything big, so what?"

I still looked at him, watching his old eyelids that had grown flat warts blinking.

"By the way, you have to be careful about this Old Falcon. This is a venomous snake. If you want to make good use of the venomous snake, you have to hold it within seven inches."

"You have to hit him every now and then to let him know who is the master."

"And those black people, how can you trust them?"

"They only have the simplest interest relationship with you, and this relationship is the most unstable. As long as one day they feel that they can take away all the benefits, what happened to me now will eventually happen to you. .”

"Besides Yang Rong and Burea, do you have anyone who can manage the army?"

"Sooner or later, the military power in their hands will be removed. How can you rest assured that the military power is in the hands of others..."

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. If you don't have anything else to ask, just send me on my way."

The room fell silent.

Only then did I finally speak: "Are you tired?"

"tired."

Lao Qiao sighed: "Very tired."

"I didn't notice it when I was young, but it gets more and more tired as I get older."

"When I was young, I dared to manipulate people's hearts with my courage. I would carelessly think that some people would never dare to rebel. From now on, no matter who they are, I will have to take advantage of their shortcomings."

"If they don't have the fear that affects their whole body, I will never use this person."

"Extremely tired."

I asked again: "You have so much money, why don't you choose to leave?"

Lao Qiao looked at me and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

I pretended to be strong and said with a sullen face: "How can I leave? My family is all in your hands, how can I leave!"

He smiled but said nothing.

Beep, beep, beep.

the phone is ringing.

It's Aunt Fang.

When I saw the phone number, I suddenly looked up at Lao Qiao.

"Hey?"

I pressed the answer button very slowly and slowly put the phone to my ear.

"Old Xu, your mother won't let you turn on the lights at night, claiming to save electricity. The whole room looks like a haunted house. I just went downstairs to drink water and kicked the corner of the table!" Bang!
My heart hit my chest violently, and I looked at Old Qiao with my eyes fixed.

Lao Qiao said nothing.

Without saying a word, he just leaned on the Taishi chair and remained motionless.

At that second, I quickly hung up the phone, and when I turned on my phone, I re-opened the software that the God of Wealth sent me.

The entire Meneng is on my mobile phone, and all monitoring has been restored...

impossible……

This is impossible!

When I was in the mountains, I clearly saw black frames filling the screen.

In the mountains, in the mountains where the signal is unstable...

When I looked up at Lao Qiao again, my mouth was already open. I had something to say, I had something to say, but no one was listening.

Lao Qiao was leaning on the chair and could no longer move. He was shot four times in the same area on his left chest, each shot hitting the heart. Blood was dripping from the chair along with his body. There was only There was a sound of 'bah, bah'.

Who fired the shot?

Is it me?
When did I shoot?

How could I shoot and kill Lao Qiao before I even finished speaking!

I suddenly remembered a picture.

It was the winter when I was a child. At that time, I and Brother Huo were just waiting in the poker game as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid.

My neighbor finally told my dad about this, and he beat me up. After the beating, he tried to reason with me sternly, telling me that if I messed with this group of people, no one would end well.

This is what I think now, but at that time, I had just finished being beaten, and I was filled with countless boredom. I stared at my father and responded to my father's serious words: "Have you finished?!"

My dad was stunned.

He noticed the hatred in my eyes.

The way he looked at me at that time was the same way Lao Qiao looks at me now.

The expression of helplessness, of being unable to express something clearly, of completely understanding you but having no solution is the same.

He doesn't even know what you think. He thinks you are like a child and wants to impose his own thinking on you.

But I don't know at all that I can't come back.

When I see the Walkmans on other children, who knows how envious I am?

Who can understand the contrast between the black Han Display BB player hanging on my waist and the greedy eyes of those children?
I have been forced all the way from a piggy to now. The moment I see the throne that I can reach is right in front of me, who the hell can understand!
It turns out...it turns out...it's really me.

Until the last thought popped out of my mind, I felt like I was enjoying a folk dance in my mind. At first, the simple body movements felt boring, but as the music rhythm increased, I became emotionally involved. , I seemed to be immersed in it.

Gradually, I ignored everything and only felt the emotions and sorrows of the performer through his movements.

When he finished with a beautiful dance, I saw clearly that it was me.

It's me!

I was performing alone on an empty stage. The moment my soul returned to my body, I couldn't even applaud myself.

Who understands? !
After coming out of prison, my mother cooked a table of dishes in the drafty bungalow at home. When I was not at home, she just made some pickles to deal with it. Who knows?

I have integrated into normal life and finally found a partner, but my mother handed over her bankbook with only a few thousand yuan and told me to live a good life. Who understands?
Nan Nan, who was like a bastard, disappeared as soon as he said he would disappear. He deceived me as soon as he said he would lie to me. At that moment, my heart collapsed. Who knows?

I don’t know what I want to say, and I don’t know what I’m thinking... By the way...

I've gone through it all and finally got to where I am today, and you actually want to tell me that I'm wrong?
I fuck you!
Even if I make a mistake today, I still have to do it!

I slowly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Lao Qiao's forehead - bang! !
The trigger was pulled again.

This time, it’s the real me! (End of chapter)